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The table is covered with a white cloth The food is on war plates, under silver domed lids There is coffee and juice, but what catch my eye are the red roses Three dozen red roses in three separate bouquets set in even distance down the table

Tears come to my eyes as I feel Luke’s hands on one to so much trouble! Even after the way I spoke to him yesterday

I turn in his arms and look up into his intense, beautiful blue eyes "Thank you, so much"

"It’s my pleasure, honey I told you in the car, we have a lot of catching up to do Get used to it"

I don’t knohat to say He pullsand kisses "

We sit in the saht He uncovers our plates and I breathe the delicious scents in appreciatively

"Smells fantastic" I pour warm syrup over my French toast and take a bite of bacon "Mhs and takes a bite of his own bacon "I do love watching you eat, baby"

"Why?" I ask with my mouth full of the soft, delicious toast

"Because you’re so honest about it

Like everything you do, I guess I love it that you enjoy food"

"Clearly Have you seen the size of lares over at

"Don’t ever put yourself down like that around ain, Natalie"

Holy shit

I frown and look down at my plate

"I don’t kno many times I have to tell you or show you how beautiful I think you are for you to get it through your head"

"Luke…" He reaches out with his long fingers and graspsmy face back up tofor you to be uncomfortable about when it co you eat I’d love to work out with you, just because I love watching you et ain"

"Okay"

What else a to send the florists kids to college?" I ask, trying to distract hihs at my quip and I relax a little I really need to watch what I say around him about my body I’ve never been so self-conscious with other men, but that’s probably because I didn’t really care what they thought of me

They could take me or leave me

I want Luke to take me

"Thank you for breakfast" I pick upthe view of the water and the boats sailing across it

"You’re welcome," he stands and holds his hand out for etto have to drag it out of hirab the orange juice and follow hi hie of the sofa and runs his fingers through his hair He’s agitated, probably nervous I don’t really knohat to say to put hi

"Hey," I say and link ers with his "It’s okay Tell o from there"

His eyes are worried, his brow furrowed, as he leans back and kisses my knuckles

"First of all, I didn’t mean to lie to you" He looks me square in the eye "I should have been honest with you the night you were here, but frankly, I just got so caught up in you You et my own name sometimes"

So he has that probleht you were taking photos of me

That doesn’t happen often anymore, but every once in a while it does, and I panic"

"I won’t ever take your picture without your perives me a sad smile

"Thank you," he o things were pretty crazy The paparazzi

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